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kinda basic but a dragon shifter woman w scales and a tail and dragon eyes x vampire woman who fall in love, and nsfw if thats okay? the vampire is also queen of the vampire clan and the dragon is a cult escapee

also!! i forgot to add but the dragoness’s name is celant and the vampire queen’s name isviolet! thank you!!

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Vampire Queen x Female Dragon Shifter (nsfw)

Violet laystretched out under an endless canopy of stars above. Her eyes, the irises sosubtly different from humans’, picked out colours of the spectrum no one elsehad access to, and she savoured – craved– these rare nights alone on the plain.

As far as even hereyes could see, the grasses blew, wafting and shifting, hissing, whispering thesecrets of the land and bringing with them the scents of the night. A haremoved quietly with barely a rustle; a fox stalked it. An owl glided on silentwings, seeking mice, and far enough away to maintain his respectful distance,her most faithful servant and bodyguard stood watch over her.

She had learned tobe alone with Endon in a way that she could with no one else.

Everyone assumedthat she would one day wed Endon, but she had no interest in men. Theirrelationship was closer to brother and sister, though he was ever deferentialto his queen.

As she lay on herback, Endon’s horse stamped a hoof and snorted, and the warder patted themare’s black neck. “Easy, Orchid,” he murmured, his voice deep and quiet as thenight itself.

Violet knew shewould have to return to the castle, to her duties, to her empire of the night,but just a few moments longer was all she could hope for.

Endon’s headsnapped around, his attention fixed on something to the east, and his sword wasout of its scabbard in a heartbeat, and Violet sat up, fingers pressing intothe grass.

Someone was coming.

The way thefootfalls staggered told Violet and Endon that this person was exhausted, andas they both strained through the darkness, their vampire senses heighteningthe sounds and scents, they waited until a figure lurched into view in thedistance.

Violet could justmake out that there were two pinpricks of light following behind this figure,and as they drew into better sight, she gasped. A thick, scaled tail hungbehind her, and as she ran, she cried out, the desperate sound faint on thebreeze. It was an unearthly call, but Violet knew it for what it was. The powerin this woman’s blood sang to her.

She was a dragonshifter.

“Endon,” Violethissed. “Kill those priests.”

“My Queen,” hesaid, shifting through the night like the shadows to which their kind clung.

Violet herselfshifted, feeling the landscape slide by as she moved outside of time itself,faster than any eye could follow save one of their kind, and she drew to a halta short way away from the exhausted woman.

When she saw her,she cried out again and staggered to a halt. “Help me, please…” she sobbed,swaying.

Violet approachedher slowly, eying the talons on the ends of her scaled, lizard-like fingers,and then let her gaze sweep back up her feminine body to the elegant curve ofher neck and up to her eyes. Her eyes were as unusual as Violet’s own. Theywere golden, with a slit pupil, and a blazing red ring around the iris. Longblack hair tumbled loose down her back, thick, and wild from her flight.

Before she had achance to react, the dragon shifter slumped forwards, exhausted, into Violet’sarms.

The vampire caughther easily, and knelt down in the grass, easing her body down. Endon dispatchedthe dragon priests with almost amusing ease, and returned to her, sinking toone knee and bowing his head.

“It is done, YourMajesty.” He raised his head then, and looked at the unconscious woman. “Who isshe?”

“I don’t know,”Violet said, trailing her fingers around the strong jaw of the beautiful woman.“But I will see to it that she is taken care of. Look at these clothes,” shesaid, eyeing the ragged dress she wore, stained and filthy. “I will take careof you,” she crooned. “Come, let us return to the castle with her. Can you takeher on Orchid?”

He nodded and lifted the woman up in his arms. She stirredand he smiled at her, the gesture a rare sight on his stony face, and a sectionof his long, dark hair fell forwards, partly masking his ice-grey eyes. “Youare safe now,” he said. “I’m going to put you on my horse. Do you think you canride?”

She exhaled in despair. “I… I don’t know…”

“Hold on,” he said, placing her into the saddle as thoughshe were a child, though with her tail she was a little more cumbersome thanshe looked. Once she was settled, he swung up easily onto the great war horse,and looked down at his queen.

“I will run straight home, old friend,” she said with a wrysmile, shifting again and streaking across the landscape in a blur. She wasold, and powerful, and few could rival her for speed or strength, and she wasat the castle gates in mere minutes.

The guards on duty bowed their heads, not taking their eyesoff the horizon, and as she swept through the outer courtyard, she summoned thehousekeeper to her side.

The older woman, who happened to be leaving the keep throughanother exit at that moment, scurried over and bowed her head. “My Queen?”

“Endon will be arriving soon with a guest. She is weak andinjured, and is to be treated with the utmost care and respect. Have roomsprepared for her in which to recuperate.”

The woman nodded, and left.

Violet could only wait now. There was no way she was goingto start dealing with any of the other tasks she had yet to accomplish thatnight, and so when Endon’s horse cantered into the courtyard, hooves ringing onthe flagstones, she crossed to the window of her chambers and looked out.

The arrival of the dragon shifter certainly caused a stir inthe castle, but by the queen’s decree, no one entered her rooms without expresspermission from the queen or her warder. Endon, as Captain of the Queensguard,had the final say in all matters to do with security.

The dragon lay on the bed and as Violet sat with her, hereyelids fluttered open for the first time. Sunlight now beat against the closedshutters, but the room itself was dark, lit only by a few candles.

“Where am I?” she croaked, trying to sit up.

“Shh, be easy,” the queen murmured. “You’ve been throughquite the ordeal. Rest. Regain your strength, and then we will talk. My name isViolet.”

“Celant,” the dragon smiled before slipping intounconsciousness once more.

Over the course of a few weeks, Celant’s strength returnedto her, and in time she was able to rise and walk with Violet through thecastle. On the first occasion this happened, upon seeing servants and vampirenobles drop to their knees and murmur their respects at their approach, Celantturned to Violet and gasped, “You’re… You’re the Queen…?”

Violet reached out an elegant hand and touched Celant underher chin as she made to bow her head. “I am the queen,” she confirmed, “But Iwould not have you treat me as they do. Please, you are my friend. Have we notspent the last fortnight sitting on the same bed discussing things as two younggirls do?”

“Yes, but… I had no idea…”

“And what of you?” she said, as they began to move off.

“What do you mean?”

Violet turned and stared pointedly at Celant’s beautifultail and eyes, raising an eyebrow.

Celant sighed. “I have been a prisoner in that cult forlonger than I care to remember. They call themselves priests of the dragon, butthere is nothing sacred about what they do. Please, I would prefer not to speakof my time there.”

“Very well,” Violet said. “I will not ask again.”

“Thank you.”

“Come, I would show you the castle gardens. I plantednight-blooming jasmine last year, and I am told the first flowers are beginningto show.”

As they moved through the halls, however, Celant couldn’tmiss the way that the nobles looked at her. She shuffled uncomfortably asViolet engaged one nobleman in polite discussion and his wife licked her lipshungrily, not taking her glowing eyes off Celant’s neck.

When they moved away, Violet turned back to Celant andfrowned. She placed a hand on her arm. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are youunwell?”

“No,” she said. “Why… Why do they look at me like that?Surely they know of dragon shifters…?”

Violet sighed. “Your kind are most definitely known to us.Unfortunately, the blood of a dragon shifter is considered a rare and potentdelight among my kind. Please, forgive me. You are unmarked, and therefore theyare beginning to hope that you might be available to be claimed.”

“I don’t want to be claimed by anyone,” she fired back.

Violet smiled. “Nor shall you be,” she said. “But you willprobably have to be marked in some way to dissuade the others.”

“Marked…?” she asked, gaze drifting to Violet’s mouth, whereher permanently-elongated fangs rested behind beautiful lips.

“Come,” she said instead. “Come to the garden. We candiscuss it there.”

The jasmine was indeed beginning to bloom, and they satbeneath the fragrant branches of the little climbing plant, staring up at thesky in companionable silence.

“I’ve never had the luxury of friendship with anyone,”Violet said after a while.

“What about Endon?”

She smiled fondly. “He is very dear to me, but he is andalways will be my servant. Most trusted, but still, we can never be friends. Not like you and I arebecoming.”

Violet turned to Celant and took her hand in hers. Sheraised it and into it she placed a ring.

“This is my family’s signet ring,” she said. “With this onyour hand, everyone will know that you are not to be touched, as surely asthough you bore the mark of my mouth on your neck.”

Celant stared at it, her dragon’s eyes flaring in the darkas she gazed on the delicate yet worn engraving on the gold ring. Then sheturned back to Violet and said, “Your mark?”

Violet smiled, revealing her long canines. “I assumed youwouldn’t want that after your comment about being claimed…”

Celant closed her fingers thoughtfully around the ring inone palm, and raised her fingertips to her throat. Her claws were black andhard in the night and she raked them gently across the delicate skin of herneck. “I never imagined I would want to be marked by anyone,” she said. “Not after…well…”

Violet nodded but remained silent, letting this beautifulwoman speak.

“But in the weeks I’ve been here, in the time I’ve got toknow you,” she said, turning her burning eyes on Violet’s face, “I have come tothink that perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I were to allowsomeone to claim me.” The humour in her eyes danced like tiny flames, andViolet’s chest swelled.

“That person would have to allow themselves to be claimed byyou in return,” the queen said, her voice insistent.

Celant smiled. “Indeed.” She opened her hand and looked oncemore at the glinting ring which lay there. “I will wear this, but I would likeyou to mark me in your own way.”

“You would let me drink from you?” Violet asked, amazed,unable to hide the way her eyes flared with excitement.

“I would. And maybe I’ll show you that dragon shifters haveteeth as well, vampire…”

Violet laughed, the sound filling the courtyard like thesoft tinkling of glass bell. “Very well,” she said, raising her hand to theback of Celant’s neck and caressing the hair there between her fingers, makingthe woman shudder with pleasure.

Celant slipped the ring on to her little finger, and turnedher head to expose her neck. The scales which melted into smooth skin at herthroat posed little obstacle to Violet’s sharp teeth, and as she tilted herback slightly, lovingly, the vampire lowered her lips to Celant’s skin andkissed her.

Celant moaned, eyes closing, taloned claws rumpling theskirts of the dress she wore as her fingers clenched in pleasure.

Violet kissed her over and over, and then, when Celant’sarousal reached her nose, Violet opened her mouth wider, feeling the venom ofthe royal line surge, and sank her canines into Celant’s neck.

The blood that coursed through her was like nothing she hadever tasted. The effect of the venom on Celant was intoxicating too. Where inhumans a vampire’s venom would provoke arousal, here, amid the swirling scentof the jasmine, Celant slipped into a euphoria like Violet had never seen inanother.

She cried out, and the heady scent of her arousal bloomedaround them. The blood slipping over her tongue was sweet and full of the powerof the dragon inside Celant. Violet had to pull back before she made herselfblood-drunk on the taste of her, and as she withdrew, Celant moaned.

“We are alone,” Violet purred. “Would you like me to takecare of you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, chest heaving, hips squirming.

Violet raised her hand up the inside of her leg, pushingback her skirts, and Celant opened her legs. The vampire’s sharp teeth madequick work of her underwear, and in no time, Violet’s tongue was teasingCelant’s swollen clit in tantalising circles.

She lapped and licked at her wet folds, until Celant wasshaking and even growling the deep, sonorous sounds of the dragon she couldbecome. The queen traced the soft scales on her legs with her hands, all thewhile edging Celant closer to her climax, before slipping first one fingerinside her, and then a second.

As she crooked them, pulling back to tease her clit with herthumb, Celant cried out, long and loud, and bucked against her. She clenchedhard around Violet, growling and snarling as she came, torso contracting underthe force of her orgasm.

When she finally slumped, still twitching, back against thebench, Violet licked her tongue over Celant once more, tasting her and makingher whimper, before joining her back on the bench.

Panting hard, Celant cracked an eye open and hissed, “Ican’t believe I just had the queen of all vampires between my legs…”

“Perhaps I can be there again some time,” she smiled. “Irather liked being on my knees for someone for a change.”

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